The Flyer & The Frat Star

The Disagreement

Josephine

I wake up with a smile on my face, stretching the sleep from my muscles as I turn to find Hero... except he's not there. Odd. Maybe he went to get coffee or breakfast? I was hoping to wake him up with a blowjob, I can feel myself pouting thinking about the missed opportunity. I grab my phone to give him a quick call to find out his whereabouts, but as soon as I unlock my phone and click on the little phone icon it takes me to the voicemail screen. I see an already opened voicemail from this morning at 6:30, but how is that possible? I scrunch my brows together as I bring the phone to my ear and listen, as soon as the first words come out of her mouth my heart drops and I feel an awful sense of dread flood my body. Once I get my wits about me everything clicks into place. Hero went through my phone while I was asleep. Hero listened to that voicemail. Hero knows I filed a formal complaint about my assault. Fuck.

It's not like I was never going to tell him, I just wanted to be sure I was going to go through with it before disclosing to him. I know he means well, but I feel as though he would push me in the direction of pursuing legal action and I just wanted to take the time to think my decision through on my own. I wasn't purposely hiding the information from him, and now he's probably overreacting and sulking that I don't trust him. Also... who the fuck is he to go through my phone while I'm sleeping? My worry turns to anger as I realize the situation. If anyone isn't trusting in this relationship, it's obviously him. I storm up, dressing in leggings and throwing his sweatshirt over my body as I take off to find him and nip this problem in the bud.

I try calling Hero 5 times on my way to the frat house, being met with one or two rings before his voicemail so I know he's purposefully ignoring my calls. Real mature. I call Sam to ask him to let me into the house in about 2 minutes, and before I know it I'm stomping up the steps and banging on Hero's bedroom door. "Hero! Let me in!" I hear his faint footsteps and a loud sigh before he swings the door open, not even meeting my eye, and stalking back to his bed to flop down, effectively disregarding my presence. I slam the door behind me. "You went through my phone?" I ask in a surprisingly calm voice for how annoyed I am right now.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" he scoffs, sitting up on the side of his bed now as his eyes meet mine. He's angry. Fuck, he's so hot when he's angry. Stop it. No. But the way his eyes blaze. Nope. Not going there. "You have the nerve to bust in here mad at me? You didn't even trust me enough to tell me you were filing a complaint! What the fuck is that about?" his voice raises only slightly, but there's no mistaking the vitriol dripping behind his inflections.

"I was going to tell you," I explain, my heart thawing just a bit as I see the hurt flash across his eyes.

"Yeah?" he cocks his head sarcastically and laughs bitterly. "And when were you planning on telling me? The day of the trial? After the verdict?" he spits, his voice now raising enough that I'm sure his frat brothers can hear if they're even awake.

"Don't be like that, Hero," I roll my eyes at his immature goading. "I'm not even sure if I'm going to go through with it. I didn't feel the need to tell you when I wasn't even positive it was happening," I explain.

"Well, you should've. I want to be there for you, Josephine. But how am I supposed to do that when you don't even tell me you're thinking about making these serious decisions? Why don't you trust me?" I understand his sentiment, but I still feel like he's blowing this out of proportion.

"Oh! You want to talk about trust, huh? How about the fact that you went through my phone while I was dead asleep!" I spew, letting my anger overshadow my concern for his feelings.